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This is the first chapter of a story that contains SCAT and BDSM. Do not read it these topics offend you. The main submissive's name is Faggot throughout. If this word offends you, please do not read.
This story is the result of my tinkering with AI story generators. I wanted to generate the most vulgar story I could. In order to maintain the voice of the story that I wanted to tell, I have modified whole chunks of the AI's creation while leaving other portions alone.
Trucker Jack Chapter 2
After driving all Jack pulled off the highway in the middle of nowhere right after the midnight. It was a deserted truck pull out, one that he was very familiar with. Back in the day it had restroom facilities, but that building had been torn down and never replaced.
"This is where we'll be spending the night. There can be a lot of activity amongst drivers. I'm going to enjoy watching you service other drivers."
Faggot said, "Thank you, but I would rather service you all night."
Jack smacked the faggot. "I don't give a flying fuck what you want. You will do as you are fucking told. You got that?"
"Yes Sir."
Jack didn't even wait before smacking him hard again.
"That hole between your legs belongs to me. I decide what goes in and what comes out of it. It isn't an asshole anymore. Its primary purpose is to be a cunt for men to fuck, and you will refer to it as such. Now my hole's purpose is for taking a shit. Nothing other than faggots' tongues go inside. Speaking of which, I have to take a dump."
He climbed down naked and told faggot to climb down naked as well.
"Can I watch you?" Faggot meekly asked before adding in the "Sir?"
Jack paused and glanced over at Faggot, giving him a half smile. "So you are one of those faggots that like to watch men take a shit? Well, you are going to see me do that up close, real close."
Jack put the rim seat on the asphalt next to the tractor's tire. When picking up a stray, like Faggot, he usually waited until the fag ate his shithole a few times before dropping a turd into his mouth. But with this faggot, he was going to do that now. His ass was full, and he had an ass eating faggot right here.
"Crawl under it. Normally I have faggots laying behind me, but now I want you in front." He held up a wooden paddle. "Let me just say that should you disobey my orders, your balls will receive the brunt of this."
Faggot crawled under Jack's ass sitting on the rimseat.
"Eat my hole Faggot. Remember, I have this paddle ready to swat." He rubs the paddle on the fag's balls.
Faggot eagerly started licking.
Jack leaned back in his seat waiting for the right moment. He stretched his massive frame as he savored the lingering sensations from Faggot's tongue. The driver's hairy chest rose and fell with each breath, his eyes half-lidded as he watched his ass eater between his legs.
Jack let go a fart right into Faggot's mouth. Expecting to hear gagging, he instead heard the fag moan.
"You really are something else," Jack muttered, his voice a deep. He reached down and gently tugged on the boy's soft nipples. "I never thought I'd meet someone so eager to worship my ass."
Faggot's eyes sparkled with excitement as the man tweaked each nipple. "I love it," he admitted, his voice trembling with anticipation. "It makes me feel... useful."
Jack grunted in approval, releasing Faggot's nips and allowing him to resume his position. "Keep going then," he ordered, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the boy's scalp. "Show me how much you need it."
Jack relaxed and enjoyed the tongue up his shithole. He looked up at the stars. Ever so faintly, he heard semi-trucks rolling in the distance. This always found that this was the best way for him to relax his body and calm his mind. He was so relaxed that he did realize that he slipped a chunk into faggot's mouth. The faggot ate it with a lot of moaning.
Normally when he feeds a shit eater for the first time, there was always something he would do to add to the intensity of the act. But he was so into this fag's tongue, that he didn't realize that a turd slipped out.
Reaching down Jack didn't realize that he was hard. His mammoth cock rested on the cunt's chest. Grabbing one of the faggot's hands, he placed it on his cock. The boy knew what to do and started jerking him off.
With a rhythm going, Faggot dove back in, his tongue flicking and probing deep into Jack's well-licked shithole. The taste was becoming more acceptable, the musky scent of sweat and sex filling his nostrils. He worked his tongue in rhythmic patterns, feeling the way Jack's body responded to his efforts. Each twitch of Jack's muscles, each involuntary grunt, fueled faggot's desire to please even more.
Jack's hands moved to grip the edges of the seat, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain control. Faggot's tongue was relentless, pushing deeper and faster, exploring every inch of his shithole with a fervor that left Jack breathless. The sensation was overwhelming.
"Fuck," Jack groaned, his voice strained. "You're gonna make me cum, if you keep this up."
Faggot's heart raced at the thought. He imagined Jack exploding, his thick cum coating faggot's face and mouth. The idea sent a jolt of excitement through him, and he redoubled his efforts, his tongue now working in frantic circles around Jack's puckered entrance.
Jack's breathing grew ragged, his body tensing as he felt the familiar tightening in his balls. He tried to hold back, to savor the moment, but faggot's relentless assault on his senses proved too much.
Jack whacked the faggot's balls with the paddle, causing the fag to scream into Jack's shithole. With a guttural growl, Jack's hips bucked, his cock erupting in another powerful orgasm. Cum shot out, splattering across the fag's stomach. At the same time a larger piece of shit shot out of his ass into the fag's screaming mouth.
Startled, Faggot started eating as fast as he could. It was nasty, both bitter and rancid. While Jack was rubbing his fingers in his own cum puddled no Faggot's stomach, Faggot was swallowing as fast as he could.
Faggot pulled back his tongue, his face glistening with Jack's ass sweat and some residual skid marks. He watched in awe from below as Jack's body shuddered through the aftershocks of his climax. He licked his lips, tasting the remnants of Jack's waste, and felt a surge of pride at having driven the big man to such heights.
Jack slumped back leaning against the semi's tire, spent but satisfied. He looked down at faggot, his expression softening for a brief moment. "You did good, boy," he said, his voice still rough with exertion. "Real good."
Faggot beamed up at him, his unseen eyes glistened with gratitude. "Thank you, Sir," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Jack nodded, reaching down to cup faggot's cheek. "But don't think this means you get any breaks," he warned, his tone shifting back to its usual gruffness. "We've got a long haul ahead of us, and I expect you to be ready for anything."
Faggot swallowed hard. "Yes, Sir," he replied, his voice steady despite the butterflies and shit in his stomach.
Jack smirked, his hand moving to stroke faggot's chin. "Good," he said. "Now, clean up that mess you made.
Faggot blinked, unsure what Jack meant. "Clean up?"
Jack's expression darkened, his gaze hardening. "You heard me," he said, pointing to the cum on his stomach and then on the asphalt. "Get on your knees and lick it up. Every last drop."
Faggot hesitated for only a moment before complying, dropping to his knees and crawling forward. The smell of Jack's cum was strong, its earthy aroma confirming its origin. Faggot hesitated briefly, his mind struggling to reconcile the command with his desire. But the thought of disappointing Jack, of failing to prove himself worthy, pushed him forward.
He lowered his head, his tongue darting out to taste the gooey substance. It was thicker than he expected, the flavor intense and somewhat bitter. But as he lapped at it, he found himself growing more aroused, the act of submission blending with his inherent need to serve.
Jack watched with a predatory gleam in his eye, enjoying the sight of faggot devouring his seed. "That's right, boy," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Take it all in. Prove to me how much you need this."
Faggot's cock, already straining against the chastity cage, throbbed with each lap of his tongue. The sensation was maddening, the restraint enhancing his arousal rather than suppressing it. He focused on the task at hand, determined to show Jack just how far he was willing to go.
As he finished cleaning the ground, faggot looked up at Jack, his eyes pleading for approval. "All done, Sir," he said, his voice shaky with effort.
Jack's deep voice, rough and commanding, reverberated through faggot's ears as he spoke. "But you are not done. Crawl back under my ass on the rimseat and clean up my hole," Jack ordered, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. Faggot's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through him. He obeyed without hesitation, crawling beneath Jack's massive frame to position himself directly under the rimseat.
The smell was overwhelming, a potent mix of sweat and the unmistakable scent of Jack's recent defecation. Faggot's nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma that reminded him of his place, subservient and eager to please. His tongue darted out, moistening his lips before he leaned in closer to Jack's shithole.
With a slow, deliberate motion, faggot began licking Jack's shithole, his tongue exploring every crevice and fold. The texture was gritty with remnants of Jack's waste, but faggot found it strangely satisfying. He could feel Jack's muscles tense and relax with each lick, the trucker's breathing growing heavier.
"Good boy," Jack murmured, his fingers tangling in faggot's hair as he guided him more forcefully against his ass. "That's it, keep going."
Faggot moaned softly, the sound muffled by Jack's flesh. He could taste the bitterness of the trucker's shit mixed with the saltiness of his sweat, and it only fueled his desire to please his master. His hands reached up, gripping Jack's thighs for support as he intensified his efforts, licking and probing deeper.
Jack's groans grew louder, his body shuddering with each passing moment. "Fuck, you're making me hard again," he growled, his cock twitching against faggot's face as it pressed against the underside of the rimseat. "Don't stop, you shit eating little fuck."
Faggot's own cock was rock hard, trapped between his body and the cock cage. The pressure was painful, but he relished it, knowing it was a part of his submission. His tongue worked tirelessly, cleaning every inch of Jack's asshole until it glistened with saliva.
Suddenly, a chunk of Jack's waste slipped into faggot's mouth, and he froze for a moment, the reality of what he was doing sinking in. But instead of disgust, he felt a surge of pleasure. He swallowed the chunk with a loud gulp, moaning deeply as the taste filled his mouth.
"There you go. I knew I had more to dump. Eat it all up," Jack commanded, his voice thick with arousal. "Show me how much of a filthy little cunt you really are."
Faggot did as he was told, continuing to lap at Jack's asshole while swallowing the chunks that occasionally slipped into his mouth. The act of degradation was intoxicating, pushing him further into his role as the willing submissive.
Jack was enjoying making the fag eat his shit, then clean him up, only to shit once again in the fag's mouth to start the process over again.
As they continued their dark ritual, the sound of a semi's brakes echoed across the desert. Jack's head looked up, his eyes narrowing as he listened. "Looks like we've got company," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Faggot paused, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked up at Jack. The realization that they were not alone sent a shiver down his spine, but it also heightened his excitement. The thought of being watched, of having others witness his submission, made his cock throb painfully against the chastity cage.
Jack smirked, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Get ready, boy. This is where the real fun begins."
The other driver parked his truck, the engine rumbling to a stop. The other driver walked over, wearing only a pair of loose gym shorts and flip flops. He was about 6-foot and a chunky 270 pounds. He was bald with a big blond stache. His shirtless chest was covered in a thick pelt of blond chest hair. As he walked over, he groped his large bulge as he approaches Jack's rig.
"Am I interrupting?"
"Nah, I was just feeding faggot his dinner."
The other driver looked confused.
"I picked up that faggot earlier on the condition that he serves my needs. And I needed to take a shit in his mouth."
The driver responded with "Oh."
"What are you looking for?"
"I'm not into any of that. I was just hoping for a blowjob."
"Well the faggot will do that. Yo Faggot! Get your cunt over here." Jack motioned to the large bulge in the driver's shorts. "Let me see."
The driver's fingers worked their way into his shorts, pulling out a thick, uncut cock. It stank, a pungent odor wafting through the air as he skinned it back to reveal a layer of smegma.
"You don't clean that thing much do you?"
"You know how it is on the road; it's hard to score a shower every night. Sorry man if my cheese grosses you out."
"What's to be sorry about? My faggot just ate my shit. He'll take care of your smeg."
Faggot looked at Jack for instructions.
"Faggot, go over there and take care of our guest. Make sure you clean his cock up good."
Faggot hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. The mixture of fear and excitement coursed through him, making his skin tingle. He crawled over to the new driver, dropping to his knees before him. The smell was overwhelming, but he forced himself to breathe through his mouth as he took the man's cock in his hand.
"That's it," the new driver grunted, his hand rested on the back of faggot's head. "Get that tongue working."
Faggot opened his mouth and slid his lips around the tip of the man's cock. The taste was foul, a combination of sweat, urine, and the sweet, slimy texture of smegma. He gagged slightly, but forced himself to swallow, pushing past the gag reflex. He licked around the head, cleaning off the worst of the cheese. His tongue darted out to catch every last bit.
The new driver groaned, his hips thrusted forward slightly as faggot worked his cock. "Fuck, yeah, that's it," he muttered, his hand tightened on faggot's head. "Get ready. I got a week's worth of baby batter for you."
After five minutes of fucking Faggot's mouth, he pulled out.
"I don't think it's going to happen. Your faggot did me good though. Got my cheese taken care of."
"You want your shithole taken care of too?"
"Nah, it's not 100% clean."
"The faggot doesn't care. Trust me, after a long hard day sitting on your ass, let him treat your ass right."
"He likes this?"
Jack looked down at Faggot, "Hey Faggot, This is?" Jack stopped and looked at the other driver, "What's your name?"
"Brian."
"Brian would like to know if you like eating out shitty asses?"
Faggot responded meekly, "Yes Sir!"
"Faggot, would you like to stick your tongue in his ass crack and then clean his shit hole?"
"Yes Sir!"
Jack said looking at Brian, "Well there you go, an invitation." Jack's sarcasm eluded the driver. Normally Jack would have told the man to fuck off, but this spot was nowhere near as busy as what he remembered from many years ago, and he would have been the only other driver for the fag.
Brian dropped his sweatpants. He decided to take them off to allow his legs to spread. The bald driver sat down on the rimseat without hesitation, his asshole pressing against faggot's waiting tongue. The sensation was immediate and intense; Brian's sphincter relaxed slightly, allowing faggot's tongue to probe deeper.
"Oh fuck this feels good."
"What, you never had your ass eaten?"
"Nah, I'm usually the one sucking dick."
Jack walked up to him and pulled his head onto his cock, which filled his mouth completely, the thick shaft sliding in and out with deliberate slowness. Brian's eyes watered slightly from the intrusion, but he didn't resist. Instead, he focused on the dual sensations of faggot's tongue inside him and Jack's dick in his mouth.
Faggot's tongue worked diligently, licked and probed at Brian's tight hole. He felt the pressure building within the ass of the man who sat on his face, the unmistakable signs of an impending bowel movement. Faggot's breath quickened, his moans of delight vibrating against Brian's ass. He loved that the degradation and humiliation was driving him wild with arousal.
Brian's body tensed, and then with a low growl, he began to push. Faggot's tongue moved faster, coaxing the waste out of Brian's body. The first chunk of shit hit faggot's tongue, warm and soft, and he swallowed it eagerly, his throat working in tandem with his tongue. The taste was rich and earthy, a potent reminder of his place in this scenario.
Jack watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his hips moving rhythmically as he fucked Brian's mouth. "That's it," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Let faggot take care of you. He loves this."
Brian moaned as he focused his tongue on Jack's piss slit, which still had some residual cum leaking out of it.
Faggot's moans grew louder, his tongue working furiously as more and more waste filled his mouth. He swallowed again and again, the act of cleaning Brian's asshole pushing him closer to the edge. The smell of feces mixed with the metallic tang of sweat and the faint, musky scent of sex, created a heady cocktail that turned faggot's mind into a haze of pleasure and submission.
Brian's groans of relief mingled with Jack's grunts of exertion, the three men locked in a twisted symphony of servitude and sex. Jack's grip on Brian's head tightened as it was grinded into Jack's crotch. Both men sensed Brian's approaching climax.
"Go for it!" Jack commanded. Brian gagged slightly, with Jack's soft but still long snake down his throat. The combination of Jack's dick and faggot's skilled tongue proving too much to resist. Brian shot his load into his other hand.
Faggot continued to clean Brian's asshole, his tongue now coated in a mixture of shit and saliva. He could feel Brian's muscles relaxing, the tension draining away as he emptied himself completely. Faggot's own climax loomed on the horizon, the intense sensory overload pushing him to the brink.
Jack pulled his soft cock from Brian's mouth, still maintaining his grip on the man's head. "Good boy," he praised, his voice affectionate yet commanding. "Now let faggot finish up."
Brian nodded weakly; his energy drained from the intense session. Starting to lick greedily his own cum up off his hand, he leaned back slightly, giving faggot better access to his asshole. Faggot's tongue darted in and out, savoring the last remnants of Brian's waste. The taste, the smell, the overall degradation, it was all too much. And yet, Faggot's cock was bound in its cage. He had no way of getting that orgasm.
Jack watched, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "See, Brian? Told you faggot was good at this."
Brian managed a weak chuckle, his body still trembling from the experience. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice shaky. "He is." Brian started to get up.
"No, there's no rush to get off the faggot's face. Let him be your toilet paper."
"I really could get used to this."
"And to think that you were grossed out when you walked up."
Brian smiled at Jack's observation. "Where are you heading?"
"Out east. I had to stop here for my break. I'll be heading out in the morning. Why?"
"I have heard of this old school truck stop about a day from here where guys play with other guys. The manager is totally into it and lets it happen. It's not on the main highway, you have to go inland. But they still have the old school communal showers. I stopped there once and got no sleep. There was so much fucking and sucking in the showers. I don't remember anyone into shit, but from what I have been told that place gets raunchy. I've seen piss. You should check it out."
Jack nodded. "Where? I really don't remember much of this part of the country. It's been a few years, hell a few decades, since I was on this route. I'm usually drive on the coast. This used to be my route. Twenty years ago, me and my best buddy used to do this route and we would stop here at this rest area. We would use and abuse the faggots that would hang out in the bathroom, back when it had a bathroom. Or we would pick up some hitchhiker, use him for a day or two, and dump him naked on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Then we used to stop...
Jack started to connect his memory to Brian's description.
"Wait I think I know the truck stop you are referring to. The showers, you have to go around two different corners to get to the showers, right?"
"Yup! That's the one. With the highway pass taking up most of the traffic, and the commercial truck stop pulling in the straight drivers, pretty much the only customers they get are the men looking to play. I have no idea how they stay afloat. Whatever that manager is doing is working. I guess allowing the drivers to play has created a loyal customer base."
"Are you going there?"
"Nah, I'm here for my 10 hours, then I'll be heading south. Using your boy here is what I needed. I'm ready for bed."
Off in the distance a motorcycle's rumble grew. Within a minute the biker pulled in, making his way between the two trailers. Brian asks if they should get dressed, and Jack says no. "If a biker pulls in at 2AM, he's there to play. Besides it's a beautiful night."
The biker parked beside the rig, his motorcycle roaring to life before cutting off abruptly. He dismounted, his leather jacket creaked as he moves, and sauntered over to the group, his eyes alight with curiosity and interest. Brian glanced at Jack, who merely shook his head in response to the unspoken question.
"Must be my lucky night," the biker said, his voice a deep rumble that cut through the silence. He took in the scene with a slow, appraising glance, his gaze lingering on faggot as he continued to slurp on Brian's asshole.
"What do we have here?" the biker asked, leaning casually against the side of the truck.
"Just some cleanup duty after eating our turds," Jack replied, his tone nonchalant. "Faggot here has been thoroughly used tonight."
The biker chuckles, a low, dirty sound that sends a shiver down faggot's spine. "Looks like it. Mind if I join in?"
Jack smirked, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Be my guest." Brian stood and moved out of the way.
Faggot's heart pounded in his chest as the biker stepped closer, his leather boots crunched on the gravel. The man crouched down, his face level with the rimseat. His eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as he reached out, his fingers dipped into Faggot's mouth and came away slick with the nastiness.
"Tasty," the biker murmured. He sniffed his fingers with deliberate slowness. "I think I might want a piece of this action."
Faggot's stomach churned as the biker stood up and unzipped his trousers, revealing a thick, veiny cock that jut out proudly. The biker took a few steps back and stroked himself lazily, his eyes never leaving faggot's face.
"Why don't you come over here and show me what you can do?" the biker commanded.
Faggot climbed from under the rimseat. Jack stepped forward, offering him a hand to steady him. "Good boy," he purred, his touch gentle despite the harshness of his words. "Now go over there and take care of our guest." A shove and the faggot stumbled over to the biker, who naturally pushed the fag to his knees. The man grasped his chin, tilted his head up to meet his gaze.
There was an awkward pause where the biker's expression went from intense dominance to one of curiosity. "Where do you come from fag? You look familiar."
Jack stepped up, as if to protect his possession. "What's this?"
"Your fag looks awfully familiar. Where are you from?"
Jack answered for Faggot, "He's from nowhere. He has no name other than Faggot. I don't want to know anything about my fags other that their ability as a toilet and a punching bag. It makes it easier when I leave them on the side of the road naked. Quit with the questions."
"My bad." The biker knew he overstepped his bounds.
Faggot wasn't expecting Jack to swoop in like that.
"Open wide," the biker ordered, his voice sharp and commanding.
Faggot obeyed, his mouth opening eagerly as the biker guided his throbbing cock towards his lips. The taste of cum and shit still lingered in his mouth, but he didn't hesitate as he took the biker's shaft into his mouth, his tongue swirled around the tip.
The biker groaned, his hands gripped faggot's head tightly as he began to thrust. "Fuck, yeah," he grunted, his hips moved with increasing urgency. "You're good at this, aren't you, boy?"
Faggot moaned around the biker's cock, his eyes closed as he focused on the sensation. The biker's rhythm was erratic, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, driving the breath from faggot's lungs. The fag gagged slightly, the sound muffled by the thick flesh filling his throat, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he reveled in the degradation in the way the biker used him without restraint.
Jack watched from the sidelines, his eyes dark with satisfaction. Brian stood beside him, slowly stroking his own semi hard cock.
"Your boy is impressive. How long has he been riding with you?" The biker asked, his voice hoarse with desire. He spun the little fag around and buried his cock in deep into the fag's cunt.
Jack smirked; his gaze never left faggot. "Earlier today."
"He's this young looking, and he's definitely trained to please a man's cock. You seemed to have lucked out."
"I really don't care about his background, as long as he doesn't cause trouble for me, I'm fine."
Brian added to the conversation, "Well, let me say, the two of you work well together like you've been a couple for a long while."
"I haven't had a constant toilet fag in years. Don't know if I want one; I'm too much of a loner."
"Are you going to kick your faggot to the curb?"
"I always do. But this one is so eager to please. He feels different than the other fags. And he's so good at handling shit. But when I am done with a faggot, I am done with him."
Brian added, "I would gladly take him off your hands if it came to that."
"So would I" the biker added.
"That won't be necessary."
Faggot's body tensed as the biker's thick cock pushed deep inside his ass. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made him gasp. The biker gripped faggot's hips tightly, guiding him into the rhythm of their union. Each thrust sent shockwaves through faggot's body, his muscles clenched around the intruder. The biker grunted with exertion, his breath hot against faggot's neck.
Finally, with a final, powerful thrust, the biker unloaded inside faggot's cunt. The warmth spread through him, a heavy, throbbing heat that made Faggot shudder. The biker pulled out slowly, his cock glistened with a mixture of cum and faggot's own sweat. He tucked himself away and reached into his pocket, pulling out a glossy card with just a website on it and handed it to Jack.
"That it is a club on a private ranch where men like the two of you use a number of gay fag slaves like fag here. Pretty much anything goes. S&M, Bondage, Raunch."
Jack asked, "Fag toilets to use?"
The biker smiled and said "Oh yeah. Every slave is expected to spend time under a rimseat. There are no seats for you to sit on that doesn't have a hole cut out for some fag's face to be under. It's weird to get used to, but it's also hot."
"Fuck yeah. And this website has the info?"
"Just contact info. Or, about a day up ahead, up there is a truck stop you can check out. Ask for Dave. Tell him Spike sent you. He'll fill you in. The truck stop is not on the main highway, you are going to have to drive to it."
Brian gestured to Jack, "That's the one I was telling you about."
The biker said, "Dave will hook you up. He'll probably want to try out your fag though. Actually your fag will probably be passed around."
"Faggot here is available to all men."
"Good. If he is as good of an ass eater as he is a cock sucker, the two of you will be in, especially with that schlong of yours?. Say I got to get out of here. The next party is happening tomorrow night. I'll hope to catch you there."
Brian stepped forward, giving faggot a once-over before nodding to Jack. "Good night, guys. Have fun."
Faggot watched as Brian left, feeling a strange mix of relief and anticipation. The biker followed, leaving Jack and faggot alone climbing in the dimly lit cab of the truck.
Jack turned to faggot, his eyes dark with desire. "Get in the bed," he commanded softly.
Faggot hesitated for a moment, then crawled into the small space between the back wall and the edge of the bunk. Jack followed, positioning himself to spoon. Jack's hardened cock pressed against faggot's ass, seeking entrance. Faggot moans softly as Jack's thick shaft slid inside him, filling him completely.
They laid there in silence, the only sound the rhythmic rise and fall of their breathing. Jack's fingers traced lazy circles on faggot's chest, teased his nipples into hard points. Faggot wriggled against him, trying to find a comfortable position, but Jack tightened his grip.
"I want to sleep inside you," Jack murmured, his voice low and husky. "No more moving."
Faggot nodded, though Jack can't see it in the darkness. He felt a strange sense of calm settle over him, despite the weight of Jack's cock still embedded within his ass. The scent of their combined sweat filled the air, mingled with the faint smell of diesel from outside.
As they drifted off, Jack's hand slid down to rest on faggot's hip, holding him close. "I'm going to keep you beyond the weekend," Jack whispered his decision for the fag.
Faggot's heart fluttered at the words; a rush of emotions flooded his system. He wanted to reply, to promise Jack that he'll stay, but his mind was growing foggy with sleep. Instead, he buried his face in the crook of Jack's arm, inhaling deeply. The skin there was salty, tinged with the metallic taste of sweat.
In the quiet moments before sleep fully claimed them, faggot realized he didn't just want to stay for the weekend. He wanted to stay forever, to be Jack's, to submit to him in every way, leaving everything about his world before yesterday, when he first approached the trucker, behind. The thought both terrified and excited him, a thrill ran down his spine as Jack's breathing evened out, signaling he's fallen asleep.
Faggot closed his eyes, letting the sensations of Jack's cock inside him lull him into a dreamless slumber. The last thing he heard is the distant rumble of another truck pulling in, the world outside faded into obscurity as he surrendered to the darkness of sleep.
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